Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 465 Reaching the Memory-Recovering Dharma Meeting with Hera
"Richfa, how many reliable people are there left in the ministry?" Hera was sitting in the minister's office. The effect of the compound potion had passed, and he showed his true colors again. If the members of the Order of the Phoenix saw it, their jaws would drop in shock.

"My lord, there are still about 130 people in the seven departments including civilian staff, and about 60.00% of them are Voldemort's henchmen." Richfar stood opposite Hera across the desk, and he bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Yeah." Hera nodded, this number has exceeded his imagination, he thought it would be good if there were 5 or 60 people left.But he didn't seem very happy. He tapped his fingers on the table lightly, making a clicking sound in the silent office.

Not long after, Hera suddenly said, "Your memory has recovered."

"What memory?" Richfar asked suspiciously.

Hera repeated, "Your memory has been restored." He raised his head and stared at Richfa. Although Richfa still lowered his head, his eyes seemed to be able to see through his head through his hair. "Your memory at Hogwarts in 1994 has been restored. You already know who did it."

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you, my lord," Richfa raised his head and smiled, "I have indeed recovered my original memory. It took a lot of effort and I experienced unbearable pain for ordinary people."

"do you hate me?"

"Hate? Why hate?" Richfar's smile became crazy, and his breath became thick, "My name is revenge, and the meaning of my existence is to help Lord Grindelwald to avenge, and you are the one who helped me achieve all of this."

"Don't you hate that I didn't give Grindelwald a chance to rectify his name in the end?" Hera asked, his hand already holding the wand in his pocket.

Richfar clapped his hands on the desk, "You killed Albus Dumbledore, what could be a greater revenge than this!?"

"But the truth is not what you imagined." Hera said lightly, he was always ready to deal with Richfa's violent attack on him.

Hera has never confirmed whether Richfa has recovered his memory, but Hera has kept him lurking in the British Ministry of Magic for so long and prevented him from participating in various operations. Obviously, he has doubts about Richfa.

And just now, Hera confirmed that Richfa had recovered his memory.

Mad-Eye Moody's name can be said to be well-known. He is definitely the most famous group among the Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic, and the Saints. Richfar said that he only paid special attention to Moody because of his memory loss, which made Hera suspicious.

Richfa's answer was so standard that Hera couldn't even find a fault.But this is not like a normal person's reaction.

A normal person should say something like "Who doesn't know the name of Mad-Eye Moody and his most famous magic eye", this is more like an ordinary person's tone, rather than a serious explanation of why he knows Moody.

"I have to admit, just now I wasn't quite sure that you recovered your memory." Hera said lightly, and he stood up from the armchair, and Richfa also raised his head to meet his gaze.

"I can't hide it from you," said Richfar. "I was going to tell you a long time ago, but you just brought it up yourself."

"I understand." Hera nodded.

All Richfar has done is to complete Grindelwald's revenge on Dumbledore, and then continue to rebuild the glory of his father's generation. Although this sounded far-fetched a few years ago, it doesn't seem to be something that is not shown now.

And if he wants to accomplish all this with his own hands, he must rely on the power of Hera and submit to Hera's feet.

"Richfar Heilig." Hera said rightly, he took out his wand, and tapped Richfar's shoulder lightly.

Richfar could hardly believe his eyes, but almost immediately he dropped to one knee and lowered his head, "Do you really want to—"

"I have made a decision, and I see your loyalty." Hera said calmly, "I appoint you as the new Minister of Magic in the name of Salazar Slytherin, and the contract takes effect."

"You must live up to your lord's trust," Richfar said excitedly.He raised his head and stared at Hera with fiery eyes.

Hera nodded, "It's nothing, just go out, my minister, you have a lot of things to do."

"Yes, my lord."

Richfa left, and he walked with a bang. He had no idea that Hera would give him the position of minister. He thought it would be Lainey, Abernathy, or Hera herself who would take the position of minister of the Ministry of Magic, but he didn't expect it to fall on his head.

In fact, Hera really had no choice, Abernathy was a complete battle maniac, his brain hardly had any chance to show, he was always poking around with a wand; as for Lainie, she was always like a noble lady, let her take care of the Ministry of Magic, and Hera was worried that this would become a second Paddifu Teahouse (a coffee shop in Hogsmeade).

And Richfa, who has been in the Ministry of Magic for many years, is obviously the best candidate.

"Penelo, I will definitely get this done as soon as possible, and go to the United States to find you." Hera rubbed her temples and muttered, "I will definitely see the first sight of our child's birth."

In order to clear a safe magical world for her children as soon as possible, Hera had to take risks, even if she pulled the banner of Slytherin, she wanted to win over the saints, and even ruled the Ministry of Magic violently.He must calm down all this as soon as possible, end everything here before the news of his death reaches Penello's ears, and then rush to Penello who is about to give birth.

Counting the days, Hera probably has less than 5 months left.

In the next few days, Hera continued to study black magic, in order to be more fully prepared for the next time she faced Voldemort. It has to be said that the crisis of life and death really made Hera progress in the bandit dream. He had seen new black magic for nearly 500 years-he had to learn from scratch, starting from the simplest magic configuration, and the early black magic was obviously too rough, which was most suitable for a novice like him.

Trace the source!

Thoroughly understand!
The members of the Order of the Phoenix who were far away in the Burrow were in a very good mood. Although they hadn't come to the Ministry of Magic, they had read the latest "Daily Prophet". Obviously, Mr. Slytherin in their hearts was progressing very well.

Just today, after they saw the article "Salazar Slytherin——The Legend of a Generation that Disappeared for a Thousand Years" written by Rita Skeeter, their mood reached its peak.In the article, Skeeter used a considerable amount of space to describe the legend of Slytherin, and finally described how exciting it was for Slytherin to accept the Ministry of Magic with a tone of admiration that could hardly be written normally.

"Mr. Slytherin is a very reliable person, isn't he?" Ron looked at the newspaper and said, "He has done things that many people would never dare to do." He lowered his voice, "Harry, you are not yet 17 - you still have soul silk - we can make plans here, can't we?" He mouthed the word Horcrux, "Do you already know where those things are?"

"I only know one," Harry admitted honestly. "Hera didn't tell me more."

"Hermione seems to be doing some research," said Ron. "She said she'd wait until you came."

Now they were sitting at the table having breakfast, and Mr. Weasley and Bill had just left for work - judging by their reactions, they were very satisfied with the new Ministry of Magic regime, at least they were smiling when they left work.Mrs Weasley went downstairs to wake Hermione and Ginny up.

"The trace disappeared on the 31st," Harry said, "That means I only need to stay here for four days, and then I can search for Horcruxes. Don't they know anything?"

"Of course not," said Ron, "they don't know anything. Since you mentioned that, I've been meaning to have a good talk with you." Ron glanced through the door into the hall, then leaned up to Harry and said, "Mum's been trying to talk Hermione and me out, trying to figure out what we're up to. She'll be looking for you next, so get ready. Daddy and Lupine asked us, too, but we said Hera told you not to tell anyone but us, and they stopped asking. But Mummy's not going to let her go."

"But I feel that Moody seems to know something." Harry also glanced at the hall, "Slytherin mentioned the Horcrux when talking to Voldemort, but Moody doesn't seem to know what the Horcrux is. He just knows that it can kill Voldemort."

"But we can't stop him, can we?" said Ron angrily, squeezing the bread on his plate. "We can only hope he doesn't tell everything."

"There's nothing we can do to stop him," Harry said helplessly, "but it's not without good news, at least he hasn't mentioned it again."

"Yeah, because he's been in the Ministry of Magic almost all day, saying it's to fight Voldemort. I think that's only part of the reason, and it's more likely to want to follow Slytherin." Ron put down the newspaper, picked up the butter knife and spread butter on the bread.

Harry shrugged, spread his hands and said, "There's nothing we can do to stop him, and Slytherin does seem like a pretty good guy—he beat Voldemort to the ground."

"You have to read this." Ron elbowed the newspaper towards Harry. "Always use the correct name for things. Fear of a name intensifies fear of the thing itself."

"I've heard Dumbledore say that." Harry was referring to what Dumbledore had told him when he woke up in his first year, and he had always taken it to heart.

Ron took a big bite of the bread, "Maybe he heard that from Slytherin."

"Maybe." Harry didn't argue too much, he took the newspaper and read it on his own.

Breakfast was over soon, and Harry read the newspaper many times in the room, but he still couldn't get some more valuable clues from it, such as: what exactly Slytherin has been doing all these years, and what kind of person he is.

It was almost lunch time, and Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door lightly and walked in.Mrs. Weasley cornered Harry in the room, and the interrogation began.

"Ron and Hermione said that the three of you seem to be planning to drop out of Hogwarts?" she asked in a relaxed tone.

"Oh," said Harry, "yeah, that's right."

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside. It was Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, going downstairs to eat.

"May I ask why you gave up your studies?" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, Hera left me something to do," said Harry vaguely. "Ron and Hermione know, and they want to go, too."

"What kind of 'thing'?"

"sorry, I can not--"

"Well, frankly, I think Arthur and I have a right to know, and I'm sure the Grangers would agree!" Mrs. Weasley scowled, honestly, it was the first time Harry had seen her so serious.

And this is what Harry fears the most, the trump card of the 'parents'.He forced himself to look straight into Mrs. Weasley's eyes, only to find that they were the exact same shade of brown as Ginny's.It doesn't help either.

"Hera didn't want anyone else to know that he gave his life to protect this secret, just like Professor Dumbledore. I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but Ron and Hermione didn't have to go, it was their own choice—"

"I don't think you need to go either!" she snapped, throwing off all pretense at once. "You're not old enough, none of you are old enough! It's all nonsense, and if Dumbledore and Hera tell you that work needs to be done, the whole Order is at his command! Harry, you must have misunderstood him. He probably told you what he wished to accomplish, and you thought he wanted you—"

"I'm not mistaken," said Harry blankly, and at the same time his voice was much louder, even over Mrs. Weasley's. "It must be me, I know that very well."

"How can you be so sure?" Mrs. Weasley was also angry. She glared at Harry, as if dissatisfied that he was taking her young son on a dangerous journey.

"Because Hera told a lot of things, a lot of things you don't know," said Harry.

Mrs. Weasley seemed to be stunned for a moment, she murmured: "Yeah, what we don't know, he never seems to trust us, just let us continue to do what we did before."

"Because he knew he was going to die a long time ago, and he bought time for me with his life." Harry said sharply, and these words seemed to hit Mrs. Weasley's tears, and she burst into tears.

"He was such a good man. I knew it all along. He saved Percy's life. A great benefactor to our family. Mr. Slytherin saved George's life—"

(End of this chapter)